She tries to fight them off but it doesn’t seem she has the strength to do so. And when her back hits the column, she’s trapped.
Their hands are everywhere, pulling at her clothes, tearing them off her.
“Stop!” I shout, running toward her.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to take on four males, but I’m not about to stand by and watch a female be hurt like this.
They don’t even mind me. They continue to harass her, their sneers loud and jarring.
Her top ends up in tatters, thrown on the ground. Bare skin now meets their touch.
I run faster.
But just as I’m about to get there—just as I’m about to stop in front of them—I find that I cannot move.
An invisible barrier forms in front of me, and no matter how much I push against it, it won’t give way.
“Stop!” I yell again.
No one hears me.
The female continues fighting. She still has a small piece of material covering her chest, and those males are trying to strip her of that next.
She struggles with them and falls to the ground, rolling in the sand until she’s just a few steps away from me.
So close…
I try to break through the barrier again, but it’s impossible.
And then she raises her face and looks at me.
I freeze. My entire body stops moving. Eyes wide, mouth open, I stare at her in shock.
“Moe,” I whisper.
No, no! This cannot be happening. It can’t be Moe.
She was in bed sleeping when I left the room. She can’t be here. She can’t… Unless she followed me.
She woke up, did not see me in the room and went in search of me.
“MOE!” I cry out.
She gazes at me, tears dripping down her cheeks.
Her pale arms are now red with hand prints.
My eyes rove over her, seeing the damage those brutes have done.
I wasn’t there.
I didn’t protect her.
It’s all my fault.
And now I can’t move. I can’t go to her and comfort her. I can’t?—
The four males are on her again. Two of them hold her arms. Another holds her legs, immobilizing her while the last one tears the rest of her clothes.
